songs of the season Songtext

with a cigarette there on your lips
you only ever dream of going home
and the songs of the season get under your skin
like a tapeworm
now the wind hits your face with a familiar sting
and it seems like the whole world is preparing to sing
you just keep saying nothing, it keeps you from saying
the wrong thing
could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?
could it be you won't get what you wanted this year?
could it be oh could all your dreams just up and disappear?
could be exactly like you feared
with a cigarette there on your lips
canadian penny in your pocket
and your dreams and your hopes
your family and friends
and the love you had planned to keep till the end
i hope you get them all back for christmas...